WE GROVEL TO THEM FOR MERCY, AND THEY HAVE NO MERCY. IF THERE WAS A GOOD ONE, IT WOULD PREVENT IT AND/OR DO SOMETHING BETTER. THEY HAVE NO EMPATHY. THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE US. THEY ARE NOT WITHOUT SIN, BUT THEY HAVE ALL THE STONES. THEY ARE THE ORIGIN OF SIN, AND THEY ARE THE STONES. A GOD WHO WOULD REJECT ME JUST FOR SEEING THEM FOR WHAT THEY ARE DOESN'T HAVE A HEAVEN THAT I'D WANT TO SHARE WITH IT. A GOD WHO WOULD CONDEMN ME JUST FOR NOT GROVELING TO MORALLY INFERIOR THINGS THAT I NEVER WITNESSED EARN THEIR DOMINION ARE PROVING ME RIGHT WITH THEIR UNJUST CONDEMNATION. AS IT'S FLUSHING ME DOWN THE DRAIN, I'LL BE FLIPPING IT OFF. THE GODS SHOULD ASK TO JOIN ME, AND I'D SHOW THEM THE PROPER WAY TO BE A GOD. THE FATHER READS THE PAPER, WHILE HIS SONS PLAY WITH THEIR TOYS. AND IT'S FUNNER FOR THEM WHEN THE TOYS ARE BANGED AROUND. AND WE'RE THE TOYS.